What becomes of the broken-hearted
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Summary: Dark wolf. Animal rage and urges. Imprint carnage. Alpha bashing. Drabble/Short fic. OOC AU
An: Warning. Blackwater shippers beware. Misery/Angst. Not exactly HEA.
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"She's dead."
His voice is but a whisper as it floats to her ears. Her Alpha's knees are drawn up, traitorous tears rolling down his warm russet cheeks as he clutches his shins tightly.
"I'm - so sorry, Jacob." she whispers, her chest physically squeezing in pain as she looks over him. She knows exactly what it's like to lose someone you love. First Sam, then her father.
Wiping at the tears angrily, he looks up at her. Murderous rage flashing through his black orbs. "I bet you are. You wanted her dead."
Leah recoils, shock now replacing her empathy.
"Both you and the blonde whore," he spits.
She watches as he stands, wiping his hands on his shirt, before balling his fists and towering over her.
"That's not-" Leah shakes her head. She had not agreed with Bella's decision. But the human girl had a right to choose and Leah refused to push her opinion on Bella. No matter how stupid the girl was. "I know you're hurting, Jacob. But making me the bad guy in this situation isn't going to bring her back."
"I bet you're loving this right now. Eating it all up. Happy that Bella's dead," he seethes, his skin trembling.
She steps back, simultaneously watching as Edward Cullen steps out on to the porch, his face crumbling in pain as he lifts his blood stained hands to his face. She wonders if the vampire will come to her aid should she need it.
"No. I'm not happy, Jacob. You know I'd never purposely want you to suffer." She bites her lips from adding 'you motherfucker' to the end of her sentence.
He steps forward again, roughly pulling her forward by the collar. "Don't lie to me."
"Jacob, stop." Seth calls out from behind them. She has forgotten about her brother's presence until now.
"Stay out of it, Seth." Jacob commands.
Looking up into his black eyes, Leah holds her breath, her eyelashes fluttering from the heat of his gaze.
"I'm your imprint, remember? I can feel what you're feeling." He growls, shaking her twice.
She feels like a rag-doll in his grip. He has the strength of an Alpha after all. She seethes, trying to build heat in her limbs, trying in vain to hate him and strike out. But how can she when the imprint bond tethers tighter on her neck, ordering her to be everything he needs her to be.
"It's not happiness, Jake. That's not what I'm feeling."
"What is it then?" He shakes her again.
"It's relief," she whispers as she lowers her eyes.
And it's true. Finally, Isabella Cullen, formerly Swan, is gone. Even the child had not survived. It's not that she wanted her die, just go away. Leave Jacob alone. The girl was killing him.
He clenches his fist, balling the material of her collar tighter, so tight she struggles to breathe.
"Jay - cob, I can't-" she struggles to say, her hand reaching to try and pry his fingers away from her shirt.
He pulls tighter, yanking her higher so her toes are barely touching the soil.
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